Month: January 2015

Any day

I will always remember the answer the actress gave to the question in the magazine I was leafing through in the doctor’s surgery.     “If you could live any day of your life again, what would it be?”, to which she answered: “Any day when my children were small.”   Wow. Not her wedding day, not that amazing holiday… Read more →

Disco boats

I love The Wizard of Oz. Always have done. In many ways my journey is like Dorothy’s, with an escape to Oz, a magical journey filled with wonderful people and a return home. BUB.1 knows I love The Wizard of Oz. But he is only five. He plays with my ruby slipper necklace, he loses it down the back of… Read more →

The best and the worst time

I’ve just had possibly the finest few hours of my parenting life. The BUBs played “vets and jungles” while I pottered in my slippers. The baby slept straight after breakfast which left the boys to have a snowman bath bomb, full of delightful squealing and mutual drenching. When she woke up the baby got in too, splashing and standing and… Read more →

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